Dawn let out a little scream as Spike was flung back against the wall, shackled once more. She turned her gaze back to Lucifer, lower lip trembling slightly. She was in way over her head and really just wanted to go home. But home wasn't really home either, LA hadn't been kind. LA had been confusing, painful and all sorts of things that made it seem like a good idea to bring Spike back with her.
His words ran over in her head, looking for anything that raised warning flags. Aside from the obvious oh hey he's the devil ones. Her soul would remain her own, and it would not be marred. Well, she was pretty sure killing someone would marr one's soul for evil so the favour would probably not involve that. She glanced uneasily between Spike and Lucifer and finally nodded. "Fine, a favour. It's yours," she said, closing her eyes tight as a few tears slipped down her face. Buffy was going to kill her.